_____Mom had said Vasel was literally a city divided. Vasel
City sat on Vasel
River, which stemmed from the great lake by the capital. Instead of being right by Randgriz, the bridge had ended up almost a hundred kilometers to the northwest, where the river started to taper toward the coast to the west. As
Calamity rolled down the road, Kris thought of the many hours that Vasel had added to cross-country road trips. Awkward couldn't begin to describe the placement of the bridge.
_____Good thing was: the Imperials had the same problem. It was one of very few bridges that could handle heavy Imperial tanks. Even before the war started, Vasel had been the center of tactics lectures at Lanseal—and presumably the same for the Imperials. Kris had even read once that the drawbridge regularly closed for a day at a time for military drills, meaning the Vasel residents had largely grown into independent communities on the western, "Randgriz side" and the eastern side.
_____When the sun started to yawn upwards along the horizon, the first thing they saw was the great bridge on the horizon and the shapes of buildings. Kris saw where the ground went abruptly flat just short of the bridge proper, like someone had taken a scoop out of each side with a spoon and sanded it smooth. Artillery thundered in the distance.
_____High-explosives flashed and made the earth vomit skywards. Even though they were well out of range it still felt like someone had given her a sharp slap on the sternum. Kris ran her fingertips down one of the seventy-five rounds tucked around the turret ring for the dozenth time that day. They said even a slight imperfection could keep the brass case from seating into a gun—or result in much, much worse if it did go home and fired. There was a seat with thin leather padding to sit on, but even then she'd been standing for long enough to feel the ache of "tanker's legs." With the gun taking up most of the right side, Bull had to sit directly up against the gun sight, leaning against a leather chest-stop with the coax belt just inches from his nose. "You okay there," Kris said. "Bull?"
_____The corporal made of show of trying to twist in his seat, traversing over thirty degrees until his left shoulder met the bulkhead with a thump. "...serviceable, sar'nt," he grunted. It wasn't even spacious for his head, where the leather brow pad shoved up his blond hair like errant weeds in the tank. He'd reach up and try to smother them back down like the mess was an affront to his uniform. The mere presence of his right arm was enough to make the stamped steel recoil guard creak.
_____Bull's a pretty literal nickname, isn't it? she thought, lips twitching into a frown. "You sure?" Her cheeks flushed. She probably sounded like a fool even asking when they were
inside a tank.
_____Bull, for his part waited just long enough to seem thoughtful before saying, "Yep."
_____"Sure," Kris said. That wasn't
exactly what she thought, but then again you ran out of personal space in a tank very quickly. Behind her, radio switches and dials took up the bustle rack with more ammunition sitting below. Somewhere down past where the turret basket ended, more milk-white tank hull showed under their electric lights. Dai was up front with the most room in the tank. Kris smiled, thinking of when she'd fall asleep with the seatrest cranked back, her legs stretched out in the spacious hull front. The transmission bell made it nice and warm, too...
_____A metal groan rung in the air. Then the entire tank lurched and threw Kris from her daydreams. "Argh! Jeeze, are you actually asleep up there?" The private had shoved it into fifth gear, the smell of the burning clutch permeating the compartment though the open hatches. As Kris caught her heart in her hands and sidled back up to the hatch, she thought of their ride over. She'd sat behind the blue-haired girl to watch her drive. It had struck Kris that the private was Bull's polar opposite. Not just her waifish frame and violinist's fingertips, but the way Dai wore her feelings on her face when Bull preferred not to draw attention, or even the way they worked.
_____Dai was pixy-like, almost thin to the pointof being gaunt. Her lips were usually set in a thin line, brow taut as she had a staring contest with the road. Every time she'd fumble a shift the lines on her face would deepen for a few moments and she would look a little bit angry at the entire world, and a little bit more weary at the drive. Bull breezed through handing rounds, closing the thick steel hatches and twisting traverse handles. Dai used two hands to pull one of the driver's steering levers. Steering a tank was like a day of push-ups.
_____As Kris's thumb hovered over the microphone switch, Dai broke the silence first. There was a long second of static as she hit the transmit switch draped across her chest. "I heard an army unit in black uniforms got fucked trying to hold the east side against Imp tanks. Stupid."
_____Kris's thumb inched forward and froze mid-air.
Black uniforms? One like hers, or one more like the lieutenant she'd run into on the base? At least Dai talking to her was start, as badly she needed a lecture on how to work the clutch pedal. The tanker sergeant thumbed her handset. "Oh, really. Were they infantry?"
_____"Supposedly," Dai yawned.
_____Kris wondered if her reply had disappointed. There was a flicker of resentment in her, with just another group of people to worry about. "Then I have no idea. That's not my people," Kris said. She found herself relating to lieutenant Irving then, that consternation he wore just seeing the world go about around him. Him and his black-uniformed soldiers were just the sort of thing she could use to break the ice, but when the silence drew past a dozen seconds, her desire to socialize wilted. She fell back against the cupola with a sigh.
Like they'd care.
_____Half their job was keeping busy, lest they remember they were the first tank in the convoy. The platoon's march was either lethal or horribly lonely. The lieutenant's tank seemed much farther behind than the one-hundred meter interval. It wasn't long after their conversation died that Dirk's voice probed her headset.
"Stop, Massis. I want a briefing behind this ridgeline."
_____"Wilco el-tee," Kris said, twisting around in the turret. With the turret bustle comprising most of her view, seeing where the back of the tank wasn't the easiest of things. "Driver—reverse, back behind the hilltop-" The tank lurched with an awful howl of metal-on-metal that bounced Kris against the cupola rim. "OW! Damn it— Dai, clutch
please?"
_____"... kay."
_____"LT wants a field brief. I'll be right back." Kris looked down into the tank, where most of her view was taken up by Bull's shoulders and the gunner's seat. Why was she worried? Were they going to burst into flames right then and there? Probably not. She couldn't shake the feeling their name was far too appropriate for the situation and the lieutenant - maybe he just
really liked snipers. Kris threw her legs over the side and hopped down from the skirt. She nearly fell onto her face as her calves tried to cave on her like rotten fruit. "Argh!"
_____Kris came up level with Dai's open hatch. Even though she was sitting, Dai seemed to look down at the sergeant and mouth something lost behind the hatch rim. She looked even slighter with the bulk of the tank around her like an oversized picture-frame. Even though her goggles had a layer of dust, her frustration bored into Kris like a surgeon's blade.
_____On the bright side, it hadn't started to rain and there wasn't any mud in her boots yet. Kris scampered to her feet as the other TCs meandered over. "Good morning, sir," Kris said. They didn't salute in the field, after all. She saw patches of blue-white where rank insignia had been stripped from Dirk's uniform. The tank commanders gathered in a close circle and seemed to shield the map from prying eyes with their bodies. It was brisk enough that a fog had formed on Dirk's glasses. He dabbed at it with a spotless white handkerchief before looking to each of them in turn. "HQ wants to relocate the heavy artillery around Vasel to secondary positions. We're going in to smash the Imperial forward teams and hold until they can complete the evacuation. We'll help relieve First Squad, Third Militia Regiment and plug gaps in the perimeter."
_____Dirk ran his finger along the main road into town. It was shaped like a figure-eight, with the bridge connecting it in the center. Kris didn't know if it served as a good reference any more - with all the artillery coming down, she wasn't sure their tanks could even pass. "Aster One-Two and One-Four are to take the main road and connect with the militia ground-pounders. One-Three and One-Five will circle in from the northern side and cover the regiment's field HQ. I will attach to either maneuver element as necessary. HQ advises us to expect dug-in infantry and light vehicles. Any questions?"
_____Milo wore a grin pulled crooked by equal parts smugness and apprehension. The other two... As they nodded, Kris was reminded that their uniforms desperately needed name labels. Back in their old unit, in a
proper unit everyone knew each other's crews. Was Kris the only one who felt disconnected from the platoon?
_____"Massis, anything you would like to add?"
_____"Sir," she said reflexively. Would they listen to her? With how much trouble her crew had already been... Kris's stomach worked itself into a knot just looking at them. They were asking to get plastered with anti-tank lances and ragnoline cocktails, let alone hidden tanks and... "I... are any of those guns available to us for tasking?"
_____"Negative, Sergeant. We're here to help
evacuate the town, not demolish it. Was that unclear?"
_____Kris felt the flush on her cheeks as she stood at attention. "No, sir. I just don't think the Imperials have the same concerns as they shell us. A contingency never hurts-"
_____Dirk silenced her with an upheld hand. "Sergeant. Need I remind you we have more combined firepower than an entire
company of infantry? If we follow your suggestion, and say- level what is
left of Vasel, headquarters won't be keen to support us like a good little unit." While he didn't jab a finger at her or raise his voice, Kris was left feeling like she'd been patted on the head. "I want you to scrub those Imperials right off the street. Now, mount up and get rolling."
_____"Sir!" They went to their idling tanks save for Milo, who lingered to flash her a thumbs-up.
_____"You know they say cowardice is natural in combat..." Kris turned with her cheeks afire, but Milo had already hightailed it for
Thunderchild. She marched over to her tank and hooked a boot into the wheels, pulling up along the side and swinging into the turret. What kind of
asshole flashed a thumbs-up after that?
_____Her knee slammed into Bull's wide back as she tried to catch herself. "Oof," he grumbled. "I do somethin' to irritate you, sarge...?"
_____"No, sorry, just-" The sergeant found the heat in her rising with her sputtering, the tell-tale snicker from the front of the hull. Why was she
apologizing to the corporal? "Look—we're moving in by the main road. Keep your eyes open and that seventy-five pointed to the right."
_____He looked over his shoulder - or tried to, wedged between the sight and her knees. All that Kris saw was the flicker of irritation in those sky blue eyes as he shook his head. He looked like a scolded school-boy. "Sure thing, sar'nt. Why do you reckon it just has to be the right?"
_____"My hatch is on the left side, so I can see more if you turn that way."
_____"Oh. Roger." Bull twisted the magic handle and the turret flooded with the hydraulic whine. Kris grabbed onto their rightfully earned Erma and twisted it left at the same time, till cannon and MG were each pointing over one corner of the front. When she put her foot on the seat and stood to look back -
Thunderchild was slowly cranking over to point the gun left.
"Bastion to all callsigns. One-Three, One-Five, on me. Hard left, don't run over those bodies. Don't want Graves Registration on my back because of that nonsense. The rest of you, stay on the main road. I want a report every mike."
_____They moved in an inverted wedge, two tanks leading with the lieutenant just behind and between. The belch of coax fire pierced the air before the rumble of engines was all that could be heard across the field.
_____"The rest of you?" Kris felt the pit in her stomach deepen. She sunk lower in the hatch with her gloved fist clenched around the Erma's pistol grip. Her nose was almost touching the glass, with just her eyes poking over. Their marching pace came to a crawl on the main road as they moved within hand-grenade range of the first buildings."Dai, is your hatch closed?"
_____"Uh, why? Not yet, it's stuffy as hell in here."
_____"Do you like bullet weather?" Kris hissed. She heard the slam of metal on metal a second later.
_____Vasel was burning. Some parts more than others. Her eyes scanned from west to east- and the closer she got to the bridge, the thicker the smog got, until just a few buildings were visible at the top like needles. Rifles snarled, punctuated by the clap of detonating grenades. As they wheeled down the main road, a kilometer out from the edge of town it seemed the fights were in the next street over—the aisle was completely deserted.
_____Her heart leapt into her throat. One Gallian tank sat completely intact a stone's toss from where the town started. When Kris followed the turret and barrel, she found a rust-red Imperial tank, decapitated and spewing fire at the next intersection.
Oh, shit. "Dai, slow us down. Put it into third-"
_____One time, mom had let her go up the stairs in the Yggdist cathedral. It took forever, but when she got up, huffing and puffing she leaned out from one of the towers. From the western tower through a very specific window, Kris could see everything around the town- the trees, the grass, the dots of people below. It had a perfect view of the entryway to Vasel.
_____Dai let the clutch out early and
Calamity lurched. A flash lit up the roof like someone had struck a flint along the hatch. Kris jumped, snapped her arms back and fell. The sergeant squeezed her intercom handset even as she was in free-fall onto the turret basket. "
BULL! Inthefuckingchapel— put an HE in the left spire!
NOW!"
_____"On it-" They spun left, linked by their seats. The turret seemed to shake as the corporal's arm twisted the elevation wheel and tipped the entire gun upwards. He handled it with the same ease you would give a toy. She had an eternity to think as Bull maxed out the elevation. Think about being angry or even frightened. Her feelings were a knot too tight clenched to make out the fine details.
_____Kris only knew that she wanted the sniper
dead. The only thing she felt was irritation that death seemed to take its time, lurching from the barrel on a puff of blue fire and lazing upward, outward. With the short windows in the cupola, she had to drop down in the turret and crane her neck upward to track the round. It broke across the steeple with another angry flash and the top vanished behind a cloud of debris and flame. "Hit. That's a hit."
_____"How the hell did you see him, sar'nt?"
_____"I... well, I went there as a kid once. It has a great view of Vasel and—well, it seemed a logical place to fire a rifle from. And now you blew it up. And uh, him." Part of her mourned the crumbling building more than whoever had been behind the rifle. Maybe it was a way to justify the idea- she'd fired HE into muzzle flashes in the woods enough times to be certain she'd killed before.
_____Dai's voice came at a harsh whisper. "Did you just fucking kill someone?"
_____"Maybe. But I'm pretty sure el-tee is gonna kill
me after this."
_____Bull leaned back to rub at his eyes. Brow damp with sweat, back curved, for a moment he looked like a man twice his age to Kris. "S'pose I did do that. Hell of a thing."
Calamity started to roll forward again and Kris crept back to her seat, not daring to lift her eyes above the hatch rim. See more or get shot... It was like looking through a ring-shaped formation of mail-boxes.
_____When her foot nudged something with a dull clang, Kris dipped down and pulled an HE round from the rack, shoving it home in the breech. "Gun ready. You see anything?" Kris chucked the empty out of the hatch, watching it glitter in the air before disappearing from the frames of her vision blocks.
_____Bull twisted his head and turned the turret around, but she knew he was aiming through a magnified pinhole. "Nothin."
_____"Sergeant, I can't see shit from up here either. Where the fuck is First Squad?"
_____Kris took up her handset and flicked the switch to RADIO. "Bastion, Calamity here. Made contact with enemy sharpshooter. We put an HE in him. Any contact with the militia? Over."
_____Kris felt the
slam of a recoilless weapon firing, saw the smoke as it curled past their left side and impacted in a building. She traced the streamer of white right back to ground-level, where a meter-wide window was shored up with sandbags and bits of rock. Just like the classes at Lanseal said; once the Imps took a position, they dug in hard. "Gunner, there's AT in the cellar—left front, left front! Fifty meters. Dai, roll us back!"
_____"Back? Okay, shit, that I can do."
_____"Where? I can't see squat, sar'nt."
_____"There's no easy way to do this, is there?" Kris counted to three in her head, grasped the hatch rim and hoisted herself up. She slammed the Erma's charging handle and hoped Milo had taken care of the stupid thing- the barrel swung around to where shapes moved behind the smoke. The staccato of 7.92 cut through the air white-hot, kicking up pulverized cement and splintered lumber.
_____"See where I'm shooting? Right
there, put an HE in it!"
_____"Roger that." Bull leaned forward and hit the trigger pedal. Kris didn't think the shell would arm, but she scampered back into the turret like a rat with stolen cheese. The flash of blue all around, in every viewport was followed by the slam of so much shrapnel into their armored box.
Well then.
_____"Didn't do shit, sar'nt. Dai, can you kindly put a move on it? Think we're done here." Bull's grumbling was starting to strain as he pushed back against her seat. He was squirming away from the punch of the shell burst, hemmed in by metal that amplified it like a massive bell around his head.
_____Thunderchild finally started to rake a line of 7.92 up the road with its coax, a round sailing high and tearing a meter-wide hole in the masonry. Kris stacked a silver-nosed high-explosive round between her feet and rammed the heavy AP round home with a hiss. "Bull—stop, listen! Dai, I want you to halt. APC loaded, point-delay after. Hit the same spot and it'll blow right through."
_____Bull seemed so very far away now. "Ain't no way. I just saw that shell skip like a rock off a pond."
_____"You can do it. I know you can." Kris took her loader's tool and twisted the slot in the side of the round before hugging it in her arms. The moment Dai shoved in the clutch and they felt the momentum in the tank lapse, Bull tensed at the sights and slammed down his foot. Kris didn't see the fall of the round- didn't know if she was wrong, fatally wrong, but the next round slammed home a moment later with all the faith she could muster.
_____When she put her eyes back to the vision blocks, a fist-sized hole sat in the middle of the rubble with light showing from within. The tank lurched with a thunderclap and turned light into fire. The shell's burst ignited what ammunition the Imperials had stored underground and turned the room above inside-out in a fountain of acid-blue, and even under her helmet and the thick ear-cups her head was ringing like a bell. Bits of masonry fell in through the open hatch and pelted her back. She swore
Calamity had tipped onto its side. "Hit. You got em."
_____Bull slowly shook his head and wiped off his hands on his pant legs. "This stuff... Ain't it a bit disturbing how easy it comes?"
_____"I still can't believe you just fucking killed someone. Milo maybe, but
you, Bull?" Dai said rapid-fire, like a record turned too fast. Her words were punctuated by a stamp on the brakes that threw them all forward.
_____"Ain't no way."
_____"No comment." Kris didn't agree, or at least she thought she didn't, but there they were bringing down buildings on Imperials hand-in-hand. Point and shoot.
"Calamity, Bastion. No contact. What's the situation?"
"Thunderchild here, Calamity just smoked some Imps for us. Good shit, over."
_____She was reaching for the handset when the sky started to groan under the weight of its new burden. Kris felt the air snap around them as the shell plunged into the cobblestone just across the road and turned the air into fire. Kris tore down on the hatches against the pressure of their springs. Bull clenched up, fired at
something, and as the breech fell the interior filled with acrid white that now had nowhere to vent. The first incoming shells went off sounding like hundreds of bullets slamming home around them. Each round fell closer and pounded her ribs, rung her ears and threw them against steel bulkheads like so much meat. Artillery.
Fucking artillery. Artillery murdered her thoughts. "—shit, Dai—GO!"
_____Dai muttered into her headset like she had been bludgeoned in the head. "...what?" The engine didn't rev, the tracks didn't move as the barrage thickened overhead. The only thing that raced was the pounding of Kris's heart.
_____Kris slid forward through the smoke-filled turret basket and shoved her boots forward. She caught Dai in the back with a stinging slap. A switch flicked in Dai's head as she hissed, her foot dropped and Calamity's engine burst to life. The buildings came at them faster and faster, craters and bodies disappearing behind as their partner tank unleashed a steady stream of tracers into every window they saw. As soon as the bursts of shells faded behind, Kris punched the hatch open, stuck her head out and sucked down precious air.
"Calamity, Bastion. Don't keep me waiting here sergeant."
_____They careened around a bend and came across an anti-tank gun with four men in burnished steel armor straining to push it along. They turned, and even with visors on their faces Kris could feel the moment their jaws dropped. She clambered up, turned over the Erma almost close enough to throw a punch and held down the trigger.
Calamity's momentum carried them past and turned the rounds into a scythe that trimmed metal and flesh into a pile of corpses.
_____When
Thunderchild came in on their heels, they crushed the gun under their treads without missing a beat. She grit her teeth for the innevitable outburst of Milo's sadistic commentary over the radio, but instead the tank's gun swung over as a silent affirmation. Come to think of it—loading their gun wasn't a bad idea. Kris threw the next round of HE home and gave Bull a shove on the shoulder. He stayed glued to the sights with his hands white-knuckled on the controls.
_____They were scared to death. Kris thought that was normal. Kris wondered why she didn't feel anything that could be described as fear, just this gnawing anxiety building inside her. What if she lost the race to kill the Imperials? What then? She didn't know where they were in the city, just that the trail of bodies and wrecked buildings marked their wake like a forest fire. They were lost, in a wide plaza filled with stone planters and high buildings all around, probably filled to the brim with Imperials.
Left, right, left, Dai pulled them into a mad curving line around the planters. A red-brown wreckage of armored plate with Imperial marks loomed in the periscopes. Kris hooked her Dai's shoulder and
pulled. Dai was shaking like a leaf. The gears in the private's head turned only slowly then, and their tank slewed to a stop too late to avoid smashing home with the pop of splitting track links. Kris felt her knees crack into Bull's seatrest as her body flattened against the hatch-rim. "Shit-"
_____Again, there was that incessant pang of bullets hitting metal, a thousand woodpeckers trying to burrow into her skull. Kris put her eyes to the vision slots and realized then and there—even if artillery shells couldn't penetrate her thick skull, some things in life did scare her. Not bullets smashing into slots inches from her eyeballs or the occasional lance exploding in the distance. Not the fact that they were in a three-sided ambush with their attackers in brick buildings.
_____Just things like Imperials in third-story windows throwing grenades at the hatch over her head. Every time she tried to close the hatch, bullets thickened overhead until her arms were forced to retreat. The life-saving piece of armored steel was made from two semi-circular halves. She had to reach both arms out and nearly her shoulders too, grasp the rims and pull inward like they were a cellar doors lying open flat against the ground. If she didn't take her time, Kris would lose fingers to the interlocking rims. If she lived through this, she was going to make a hatch that didn't require sticking her entire body out to close it.
_____"Bull, wake up already!" Kris clasped the angry red lever that they were taught to never use because a
good gunner could find a target themselves. She twisted it right and spun them over, pointing the barrel of the 75mm like a massive shotgun. She punched the manual trigger on the cannon's side. As the shell hurtled through the air, Kris felt the fire, the pressure on her head lift enough to breathe. She could hear her own thoughts again. "I don't want to drag your ass out of this tank because you lost a
fucking leg like your friend did!"
_____That sent a ripple through Bull. He let go of the fire control and shook out his hands, pulling at his gloves like he was about to start boxing with her in the tank. "Confound it! Listen here, sar'nt rookie, don't you say another damn
word about Soren or I swear I'll-"
_____In the middle of a fucking battle? Maybe mom possessed her for a second, because Kris cocked her arm back and slapped Bull across the back of his head as hard as she could. "Can you please fucking SHOOT THEM?"
_____He hardly twitched as the thump resonated through the tank interior. "—sunnava
bitch!"
_____"Gunner! Point delay, third story—second window from the left. Aim right for the wall below it." The grumbling, the cussing and screaming in the compartment was drowned out by the whine of the turret hydraulics. As Bull got the target in his sight and raised the barrel Kris could feel the incoming fire shrink for a moment.
Good. "Hit em."
_____Calamity and
Thunderchild fired nearly in unison. Their tracers nearly collided before tearing into the building and exploding within. Bull twisted over the gun on his own as Kris shoveled ammunition as fast as she could wrench open the clasps. The rooms had the glass and mortar blown out of them one-by-one, each tank sweeping a half of the building with every gun running. The ground-level doors broken open and bodies in dented steel armor poured forward.
_____Kris watched the blond gunner twist left first, raking coax across bodies and launching HE as soon as she'd rammed the round home. Every time he hit the trigger the Imps would scatter behind cars in the street, into ditches and craters like so many ants. Kris couldn't see anything lower than a meter tall, but then again- that wasn't a big deal. She had training for this. "Easy, easy— twenty round bursts. I'll load a point-delay. Aim thirty in front of their feet, it'll skip right over their heads."
_____"On it sar'nt." Bull grunted, twisted and spun the handle hard enough to slam his arm into the bulkheads. He barely waited to hear the slam of the breech before firing. When the round kicked up to head-height and exploded, his head bobbed sharply in the sight. "
Damn right. Bull ducked, squeezing one arm down toward the floor even as his body struggled to turn in the space. "Coax stopped, got another belt sar'nt?"
_____"Yeah, two seconds!" It wasn't a human wave- not technically. The Imps were too smart for that, sticking in cover until the guns swung away from them. They hadn't budged a foot since leaving the building, but they had the tanks buttoned up tight and
Calamity wasn't moving anytime soon. Kris shook off the thought and unlatched the can. He uttered a thanks to her and squeezed back into the seat.
For punching him in the head?
_____Around that time, even with the pounding of artillery that settled on her like a thick layer of dirt, Kris felt her skin tingle. She turned in her seat and wrenched her eyes upward. Kris sighed. "There's someone on the turret."
_____"Sar'nt?"
_____"You're shitting me!"
_____The Erma started to rattle above their heads. A blue sleeve waved down into the hatch, then a grinning Gallian with lieutenant's pips on his shoulders. Compared to their smoked-out uniforms he was spotless—and well-rested by the sound of it. "Hey! You all alive in there? You stopped firing!"
_____"We're good," Kris said. She wondered how flat her tone had been when she saw a flicker of apology in the Gallian's brown eyes. The lieutenant looked pretty sharp for someone she had been moments from shooting in the head, actually. Plus, hazel eyesworked with chestnut hair pretty well when you weren't a screaming Imperial with hand grenades.
How the hell do you keep your hair styled when you're dodging artillery?
_____Another long burst from the Erma cut into her thoughts."Aha—fantastic! Ramal, take the assault team left, those planters are going to be excellent cover for a flanking manuever. Tanker, can you keep their heads down?"
Kris swelteredd, groaned, and stretched her sore limbs. Then Kris snickered. Her arms were burning and shells were still raining, but the request was like asking her to draw in breath. "Oh
yeah. Sure thing. Bull, the nice lieutenant said to keep shooting them." Kris punched another HE home and took up her handset. "Bastion, Calamity here. We've linked up with militia units in west Vasel."
"Calamity, Bastion here. Where the hell have you been? You've been AWOL for the last five minutes."
_____It was just like Dirk to wait on her, but
five minutes? It had felt like hours. Kris was ready to sleep for days, and as the militia advanced slinging grenades into Imperial positions and rounding up prisoners, even the racks of ammo looked like a good place to rest her head. "I had a situation, sir. They dug into a brick building—probably a school? And they lit us up. We had to demolish most of it. At least two platoons plus AT. Buut, on the flip side, we didn't have to use howitzers?" She heard the lieutenant's groan over the wireless like they were face-to-face.
"Sergeant, you will find the ranking officer there, interrogate him about the location of field headquarters and meet me immediately. Do. You. Understand?"
_____"Sir, my track is out and we're taking dismounts under fire. I'll attempt to link up when possible," Kris said. Her fingers were about to tear her radio cord from its jack, but she waited for a last word. The total silence that followed was even better. The militia's fire was starting to fade, and even though rounds fell on the town with abandon, everything seemed quiet in their part of Vasel.
_____Bull folded down his seat and slumped to the turret floor as Dai crawled back from her driver's hole. Kris looked to them, hanging in the turret basket like so many limp noodles in blue uniforms. Bull fidgeted with his lighter before looking to her. "We did real crummy out there, didn't we? Running from those Imps?"
_____Dai shook out a smoke from her pack and rolled it in her fingers. "Fuck yeah we did. Sergeant's already planning on sending us to a new crew I bet where we won't stink up the whole fuckin' regiment."
_____They looked more like tired puppies to her than Gallian militia. Kris knew she probably didn't look any better, but- they were looking to her expecting an answer. Something. "Look—the lieutnant probably wants to court-martial me. As far as I'm concerned you two did as well as I could expect."
_____"Yeah?" Dai snorted. "Well fuuuuck him."
_____"Sar'nt has him just about handled, I'd reckon."
_____Kris half-smiled. "Ah. Thanks. What's with you two waving the smokes, though?" Dai blinked, tapped her smoke against the carton and looked from Kris to Bull's lighter. "... you're not waiting for permission, are you?"
_____The burly corporal rubbed at the back of his head. He winced. Kris could see the lump rising there. "Your tank, your rules."